A rainbow glitters
In the sky.
And by a wild rose,
Flies a white butterfly.

And birds on a bough,
In the early morning sing.
As if from Heaven,
A symphony they bring.

Sunny yellow dandelions,
The color of your hair;
I quickly catch my breath,
As if I see you standing there!

In the rainbow,
And the white butterfly;
In the wild rose,
And the birds in the sky,

What is it about life,
That I love so?
Are you still here, Son,
Did you not really go?

---------Lip Runner

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"Poetry is what in a poem makes your toenails twinkle."----Dylan Thomas
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Thank you, Heinz, and of course I agree. I have a stack of poems I wrote, on Gary before he died, and another stack after he died, on grief. I call them "The Gary Poems"

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"Poetry is what in a poem makes your toenails twinkle."----Dylan Thomas
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"Poetry is what in a poem makes your toenails twinkle."----Dylan Thomas
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